Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 232

“Wet.”

I froze.

Because he wasn’t wrong.

I was soaking through my panties again. My thighs were sticky. My breath was erratic. My pussy was aching.

“You’re evil,” I whispered.

“You love it.”

“I hate it.”

“You’re already lifting your hips.”

And fuck me.

I was.

My body was moving without permission, squirming, needy, traitorous.

“I swear,” I gasped, “if I get pregnant with more from this, I will burn down the Moon Temple and scream your name into the ashes.

“You already scream my name,” he growled, unbuckling his belt.

The second that belt buckle clinked open, I knew I was done for. Like done done. Like..stick a fork in me, carve “bred” across my tombstone, and build me a shrine in the Hall of Sluts because I was about to lose the last sliver of dignity I had left.

And just when I thought this moment couldn’t get any more unhinged.

The doctor absolutely screamed.

“OH NO!!” she shrieked, spinning around like she’d just caught us committing a sacrificial sex ritual. Her hands went straight into the air like she was being held at gunpoint. “Please, Alpha Damon, you are not going to fuck her while I’m still in this room! I’m still here! I’m still here!!”

I gasped so loud I nearly swallowed my own breath.

I turned my head to her like I was about to faint. “Oh my God, she’s still here. I forgot she was still here! Why is she still here?! She was supposed to leave! What kind of licensed medical professional watches an Alpha unbuckle his belt and doesn’t immediately run for her life?!”

“Kitten,” Damon warned in that growly Daddy voice that made my knees melt even though I was sitting.

The doctor was still panicking. Still doing the holy-cross-over-her-chest thing and backing up like she expected Damon to shift and fuck me against the ceiling.

Damon turned to her slowly.

And when I say slowly, I mean Alpha slowly-like every bone in his body was saying you should not have stayed this long.

“You’re done,” he said, his voice so calm it was terrifying. “You’ve completed the exam. You gave the results. You confirmed the pregnancy. You saw the heartbeats.”

“I-I just..” she stammered.

“You are done,” he repeated, his eyes flat and glowing with that barely-contained rage that meant someone was a second away from being murdered or moaned on.

And then-God help her-she opened her mouth again.

“Sir, I’m still a medical professional…”

And that was when Damon stepped forward.

One step.

Just one.

And she froze like her soul had been drop-kicked into another dimension.

“She did,” he said.

“She totally did.”

“And now she’s gone.”

And then I heard it.

The belt.

Drop.

To the floor.

And I swear, I moaned on instinct.

“What are you going to do to me, Daddy?”

Damon’s eyes met mine, and they were already full of something dangerous.He just reached down and kept stroking his dick. Oh fuck.

“You’re carrying four of my pups,” he said as he stroked his cock. His voice was low, dark, heavy with pride and hunger. “Isn’t that wonderful, kitten?”

“Yes,” I whispered shakily, my hands clutching the edge of the exam table like I was trying to stop myself from falling into him. “Yes, Daddy. It’s-it’s so wonderful. I feel so full of you.”

His fist moved faster on his cock and his chest rose with a deep breath like he was holding back from devouring me.

“Oh, kitten,” he groaned as he stepped closer. “Daddy’s going to fuck you so fucking hard”